Whine, whine, whine

I hate Preiteratia. Not everything about it, but enough. I'm sick of it, I really am. No, I'll stick it out, I know I have to. But I don't understand why it has to be so damned unpleasant. Again, not everything about it, but enough. I understand and appreciate its importance, but it's like a never-ending trip to the dentist. (Without nitrous.) You try to make the best of it, but the nicest thing you can expect after awhile is maybe a free new toothbrush.

One learns to expect disappointment so that it doesn't hurt so damned much every time. But it does anyway. What kind of existence is that?! Is someone doing this on purpose?! Is this a joke? Am I on Candid Camera?!

Today I will attempt to define exactly what it is about it that's so disagreeable, but the main problem seems to be that it's not right. No matter what you try or how much hope you have, it's just not enough to get things to work out.

Or is it just me?

I'll probably feel different later, but for now, I just thought I'd let everyone know that this SUCKS.